I was so happy to be going to a baby shower... then I got sick. After spending most of the day wanting to crawl away and die, I barely slept, then discovered that the 24 hour bug I had hoped it was... wasn't.
I still feel like a smelly, wet dishrag and I am hoping today will be the end of it seeing as we have a Confirmation to go to tomorrow. If I wake up feeling like I did this morning, that'll be out too.
I hate when this happens. It's doubly annoying because it was nice out and I could have been outside.
Well, I'm going to go crash again. I'm exhausted and as much as I have actually slept, it surprises me when I actually do sleep...
Ludie however thinks my being in bed nearly around the clock is heaven.
Freak.
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One person's thoughts on surviving cancer, the physical and emotional aftermath and the use of sometimes twisted humor to get through it all. Along with some daily observations that at times makes me go, huh?
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